Arthur Hill High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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S too for Schluckbier. Smart? Do tell. As a student in German, no one can excel. , S tor C. Sims, so tall and stately, 1 hear nes peen shining’’ round Clara lately. 5S ior Nori Smith, seen most of the time, Writing “‘ray your class dues,’’ on the board for a sign. Catherine Smith is a modest miss, die wrote this poem, all but this. 5S may aiso stand for Stoker, ole Sure1y 1s one clever joker, we ior KH, Stearns, in History a star, She is so bright that she shines trom afar, 1e 8: ior H. Sehmidt, so tall and slim, aud yet she is not to be thought of as prim. '’ ior Lou Theobold, a sweet infant dear, Whose eyes Just gieam, when ‘‘?’’ is near. T for H. Tefft, who never sickens, Of ‘‘Oliver Twist,’’ for she simply loves Dickens. a a T for N. Tracket, a regular poet, The worst of it is he doesn’t know it. W is for Williams, yes, Marguerite, Her motto in life is, ‘‘ Never Cheat.”’ W for E. Whipple, so sweet and bright, Tor many persons a shining light. W for Watkins, the last on the list. Sweet sixteen and never been kissed. The list is completed, a better ne’er seen, Than our dear old elass of 1916. NEITHER COULD AFFORD IT ‘ What?’’ exclaimed the motorist, who had run over a farmer’s toe, ‘‘you want five hundred dollars for a crushed foot? Nonesense! I’m no millionaire.”’ ‘ Perhaps not,’’ eried the suffering farmer; ‘‘and I’m no eenti- pede either.’’

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K too for E. Koerber, a great movie fan, Some day through the movies she’ll get a man. L tor A. Lent, who wouldn’t play ball, but, alas, tor ‘Vora,’ he did it all. M tor G. Marti, who laughingly shouted, “Yes, 1’m an angel, but my wings haven’t sprouted.”’ M too for MeCullen, who soon will be selling, a All the pictures she’s drawing and the stories she’s telling, M tor Floyd Morris, who loves to debate, fie Gan spin out a yaru at a very tast rate. My goodness there’s Bessie, that sweet little bride, Bil must have been proud to have her by his side. Martzowka too, a good triend indeed, ‘vo study his le.sons I think is his creed. O tor M. Odgers, so very witty, And don’t you cell mimer she isn’t pretty. P is for Porterfield a very bright student, Ot the boys in our class, he’s the most prudent. P for E. Peikert, just fine in the play, 'There’s no doubt he’ll be an actor some day. P for S. Pahl, green stripes she wore, And she found her beit in the top dresser drawer. P is for Proestel, with a voice so sweet, As a singer in public she can’t be beat. P for L. Peters, a shorthand shark, I believe she could write it in the dark. R for Bill Richter, our president good, Who did all for our class that he possibly could, We’re thankful to him for all that he’s done, And assure him our highest esteem he has won. S is for Schulz, so pretty and sweet, She is a girl whom we all like to meet. S for B. Sibley, to the carnival went, And the boys all say, he got in the wrong tent.

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“SOLITAIRE” MADE KNOWN The crowd surged thru the main gate of the fairgrounds in a good-naturedly-sort-of-way. Jests and laughter were common. The majority of the people were young—students seemingly. Ban- ners of different hues were waving here and there. All at once there was a shout, ‘‘Tallehassee.’’ From close by came an answer. ‘Vanderbilt! Oh look at us!’” This was echoed by a third ery, “Bly away! Clemens! Clemens!’’ These outerys started the blow- ing of hundreds of horns, squawkers and the like. The crowd, be- came in a hurry and passed at double quick time thru the gate. At leneth there were only the stragglers passing. Stanley Ellis drew up the vanguard, partly from preference and partly from necessity. One limb was slightly crippled which made walking slow. Stanley could not mix with other young people. The reason wasn’t altogether bashfulness, but rather the fact that he was not able to enter into the pleasures and interests common to young people of his age. Then, too, in his actions and speech, he was oldcy than his years. He was thinking of this as he hobbled along the cinder race track. ““T don’t see way I can’t enjoy other people’s company or make myself agreeable. No one ever comes around to go with me any- where. Maybe it’s because I’m crippled, but I don’t think. so. There’s Tom Hicks, everyone likes to have him around.’’ Musing thus he stood leaning against the fence waiting for the aeroplane flights to start, for this was the first aviation meet of three col- leges, Tallehassee, Vanderbilt and Clemens. ‘ Good afternoon, Stanley. Waiting for the birds to fly.’’ Looking around he say Prof. Gale, best known of the Vander- bilt faculty. ‘Yes, Sir. It will be an interesting sight, Sir.’’ “You'll be tired standing. Come wth me. My wife eouldn’t come this afternoon, so I have an extra seat. “Oh, thank you, Sir, but I wouldn’t want to intrude.’’ ‘ No intrusion, boy. Come; I'll enjoy your company.”’ As they walked slowly toward the grandstand, gladness and wonder were equal feelings of Stanley’s heart. He had always thot more of Prof. Gale than of his other teachers, yet he had never dreamed of enjoying such a treat as this. When they were seated, Prof. Gale encouraged Stanley to talk about his life and interests. It was not long before the reserve of Stanley had disappeared and they were talking lke old friends. The theme of conversation turned to aviation. “‘T think, Sir. I could fly if necessary. I’ve studied the prin- ciples, methods, and construction of the different makes of ma- chines. Of course, practice is the only way to gaing a working knowledge. Some day, I hope to try.”’ “Well, Stanley, | hope you may, although, it’s a dangerous pleasure. Ah, they’re starting.